“It’s good for marketing,” Nora yelled. Her head was red, as was Raul’s. “People love stories like that.”
“One-night stand turned into a musical sensation?” Raul teased.
“More like: music helped their love blossom despite the challenges.”
“See, that’s the problem. How can you talk about love? What they have is not even a—what do you guys call it—a fling?”
“I’m telling you, if I post this video online, it’ll go viral in less than twenty-four hours.”
“Guys,guys!” I interrupted before Nora could jump at Raul’s throat. “Please don’t post the video anywhere.”
“What do you think of me? I wasn’t going to post it without your consent,” Nora yelled.
“I know.” I raised my arms before me as if I were a conductor trying to get a choir to stop chattering, and the conversation finally quieted down. “Thank you for all the input.”
Nora sat up. “Well?—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted her before she could get riled up again. “I see that you have very different opinions, and I think you’re both somewhat right.” I glanced at Raul. “I’m not going to rush into things, but…” I turned my head toward Nora. “I’m not going to let this opportunity slip away, either.”
“Thank you,” Nora yelled, slapping Raul’s shoulders as if I had completely taken her side.
“Now, you two apologize to each other,” I ordered. “This isn’t a topic worth getting so worked up over. I don’t want to be at fault for your first lovers’ quarrel.”
“Not the first one, I promise,” Nora said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She puffed out her cheeks and clenched her jaw as she glanced at Raul. “But I’m willing to let it go.”
Raul glared at her, the fire still sparkling in his eyes. Then a smile appeared on his face. “I’m sorry,guapa.”
“Me too.”
They hugged, and before I knew it, their tongues continued their fight in a different way.
I glanced at my phone, mostly so I wouldn’t have to watch their make-out session, and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed new messages from Alex.
Sebastian… this is phenomenal!
I know it might sound silly, but I want to make music with you.
I love your voice.
Damn, that came out wrong.
I like you, too.
Ugh. That sounds just as weird.
I’m going to stop typing now.
Please, don’t get the wrong idea.
You know what I meant, don’t you?
I could have teased him. I had so many comebacks on my mind. But this wasn’t the time. There was only one thing I could write back to truly capture what I wanted to tell him.
I want to make music with you, too.
